Claurant's already in the throes of cooking by the time the front door opens, wine opened and a glass poured for himself on the counter, half-full and only half-abandoned. He's just about to turn and grab another sip of it when he hears Richard's voice, setting the glass back down and moving the pan off the stove so he can greet him properly.
"There you are — oh." He pauses, tilting his head as he gets a better look at him. "You really did pass out in an iHop parking lot, didn't you? Did you sleep at all? Properly, I mean."
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Re: for @fathersonspirit (tfln continued)
Date: 2025-12-04 03:26 pm (UTC)"There you are — oh." He pauses, tilting his head as he gets a better look at him. "You really did pass out in an iHop parking lot, didn't you? Did you sleep at all? Properly, I mean."